‘Boyfriend’. Up until now he’d not really been defining their… relationship? It is a relationship with any particular word. A friend, yes, a lover, that’s a given with how they spend their evenings, but any titles he’s been offering have always related to the fact that he has a wife he intends to return to.

Boyfriend has nothing to do with C.C. Boyfriend is exactly how he feels: that fluttering breathless schoolboy attraction to a beauty that’s only grown as they’ve gotten to see beyond each other’s smiles. She’s the girl he holds hands with, the girl he whispers sweet nothings to just to see her smile like she’s doing now, exactly like she’s doing now…

“I’m such a fool.” He blurts. “I don’t know when I fell in love with you, but every fibre of my being longs to protect you from harm. Oh Annie, it’s not you that’s glass, it’s my heart that shatters into a thousand pieces at the thought of you coming to harm.”